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A soft drizzle.....

A scorching summer afternoon. I cringe at the sunshine and close the curtains. Soon after, I see the the light fade and watch the once penetrating sun rays eventually lull into mere faint radiant glow among the gloomy, heavy clouds. 


The soft chill breeze caresses my cheek gently and ruffles my hair, as if to call me to join the dance of the swaying trees. I rise from my desk, in response to the call of the wind. My feet wander, following the voice of the wind. I take a deep breath of the fresh moist air and feel the earthy scent of the first monsoon shower. The gentle breeze stirs a leaf that has fallen on the pavement. I take a stroll through a dirt path enjoying the whiff of ripening mangoes and the lingering scent of freshness in the air. A rush of nostalgic memories swim in a sea of brimming thoughts. A truly blissful moment in solitude. That was nature unfolding in front of my moist eyes.


My eyes follow the lush green leaves clinging onto the swaying trees in the wind. The breeze sweeps me off my feet, just like it did to the trees. I indulge in the sweet scent of the mangoes hanging heavy on the drooping trees, as if the trees couldn't bear the weight of the golden luscious, juicy delights. Like drops of the golden sun on Earth, being eyed greedily by the children in the neighbourhood. 


I looked up at the sky. The faint rays of light were peeking through the translucent clouds. A drop fell on my cheek. I knew the moment was near. I was being embraced by the cool breeze while the rain brought my soul back to life. Within a couple of minutes, I find myself drenched in tranquility. The little droplets were like blobs of magic - the plants quench their thirst in greed, the women rush to the terrace to get the dry clothes off the clothesline, the children run the damp lawn to get the fallen mangoes for themselves while some slosh in muddy puddles.


It felt like the calm rain, in its beauty and essence, had brought my wandering mind to a hushed standstill. It felt like an eternal pause in time, a chance to really stop and smell the roses away from our busy schedule. My heart danced and swam in joy, making the most of every second, soaking myself in the earthy scent of the first shower. Without a human whisper.

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